Tuesday, June 14, 2011

And so we bid a sad and fond Farewell...



The cabin I grew up with has been sold, to a very lucky family. Ever since I can remember "the cabin" has always brewed up excitement inside of me. Whether it be for "Swiss Days" or the 24th of July, my birthday party sleep overs, my GROWN UP birthday parties, a quiet getaway, or just a weekend.... it was always there.
Not to my surprise, the cabin sold quickly and we took the opportunity to go up and snap some shots to hold the image of one of my favorite spots, in my mind, forever. It makes me sad to think that though Jack knows his way around the cabin as well as I do, eventually these memories will fade and he won't recall the many trips he's had there. But luckily, I've done a pretty good job of documenting them. There was a good two weeks where Jack and I lived at the cabin while he was a baby. It was bliss; the quiet, the peace, the immobility of Jack... those were indeed wonderful times.
Lisa:

I remember building huts upstairs with all the foam mattresses.

I remember the smell of the basement when you go to turn the hot water on.

I remember the fun hike to the water tower. Sam and Molly can remember those.. lots of laughs.

I remember the Video Update, where dad would take us to pick out movies.

I remember the Homestead, when they allowed people that weren't guests to swim in their pool.

I remember Timp Freeze, and grasshopper shakes.

I remember the many bowls of trail mix that mom never failed to put together.

I remember all the rodents.... all the many, many rodents.

I remember losing Buddha, and spending hours trying to find him.

I remember Scooter's instincts that switched right on when he'd get there.

I remember the smell of pancakes and bacon, every Memorial Day morning.

I remember waking up to the sun BLAZING through the east windows.

I remember being afraid to go in the basement.

I remember wondering how we fit the whole Durham family up there on Pioneer Day.

What great memories. To those who added to them, keep them and cherish them. Goodbye, dear, old cabin.

Carter:

I remember driving up Provo canyon, passing bridal veil falls, the dam, the reservoir.

I remember the fish hatchery with Grandma.

I remember the fireworks at Charleston.

I remember buying baseball cards at the Homestead.

I remember WORSHIPING the Memorial Day and Labor Day trips with our family.

I remember picking out a spot upstairs to sleep, and setting up shop for the weekend.

I remember playing blackjack with Dad. "You've got the disease."

I remember shooting his pellet gun off the balcony.

I remember peeking down the stairs after we'd gone to bed, and watching the movies Mom and Dad would watch.

I remember giving the organ a token play.

I remember looking through the old books, photos, and journals, and being proud of my family.

Laura:

I remember helping make dinners in the small kitchen and making brownies in the cupcake holder (brupcakes)

I remember the nails that protruded out of the giant front porch.

I remember feeding the ducks at the lake I can't remember the name of.

I remember prepping for Memorial Day brunch at the Homestead by not eating anything all morning.

I remember playing hours of ping pong.

I remember scanning the aisles of videos at Video Update and the image of the front cover of "Fire Starter" that I always skipped.

I remember we all had to guess what movie was playing at the local theatre.

I remember stopping for the slow kids at play.

I remember us all guessing the arrival time each time we drove out there.

I remember waiting in the long hot line for the BBQ at Swiss Days.

I remember turning on the heaters in the morning and parking right next to them.

I also remember peeking downstairs and watching the movie.

I remember rearranging the furniture that one time.

I remembered to double flush.






*Blog title credit goes to Miss Locke.

9 comments:

Carter said...

I remember driving up Provo canyon, passing bridal veil falls, the dam, the reservoir.

I remember the fish hatchery with Grandma.

I remember the fireworks at Charleston.

I remember buying baseball cards at the Homestead.

I remember WORSHIPING the Memorial Day and Labor Day trips with our family.

I remember picking out a spot upstairs to sleep, and setting up shop for the weekend.

I remember playing blackjack with Dad. "You've got the disease."

I remember shooting his pellet gun off the balcony.

I remember peeking down the stairs after we'd gone to bed, and watching the movies Mom and Dad would watch.

I remember giving the organ a token play.

I remember looking through the old books, photos, and journals, and being proud of my family.

Becky said...

Lis,

I'm so glad you did this. Someone needed to formally say "good bye" to the cabin. I'm still kind of in denial, but the memories are ALWAYS there and there will be plenty of new chapters for the Durham family ahead.

Laura Lee said...

I remember helping make dinners in the small kitchen and making brownies in the cupcake holder (brupcakes)

I remember the nails that protruded out of the giant front porch.

I remember feeding the ducks at the lake I can't remember the name of.

I remember prepping for Memorial Day brunch at the Homestead by not eating anything all morning.

I remember playing hours of ping pong.

I remember scanning the aisles of videos at Video Update and the image of the front cover of "Fire Starter" that I always skipped.

I remember we all had to guess what movie was playing at the local theatre.

I remember stopping for the slow kids at play.

I remember us all guessing the arrival time each time we drove out there.

I remember waiting in the long hot line for the BBQ at Swiss Days.

I remember turning on the heaters in the morning and parking right next to them.

I also remember peeking downstairs and watching the movie.

I remember rearranging the furniture that one time.

I remembered to double flush.

Lisa Marie Trent said...

I remember dad getting to the speed bump and driving half way over it then letting the car roll backward as if it couldn't make it.

Liz said...

I remember your dad roasting pine nuts.

I remember the double flush.

I remember your mom buying little ceramic Halloween figurines for us to paint.

I remember going up with just the older girl cousins right after seeing grandma for the last time.

I remember vacuuming up bug after bug after bug!

Liz said...

I remember roasting pine nuts with your dad.

I remember the "double flush"

I remember the slow children at play.

I remember painting Halloween figurines that your mom bought for us.

I remember going up for a night just after seeing grandma for the last time.

How sad that the cabin is no more. Even for someone who wasn't an actual cabin member, I still have a heavy heart.

acrspeech said...

I remember heading up with the Durhams on Memorial Day weekends....that's how I knew school was almost over!

I remember "Tora! Tora! Tora!" and "The Fortune Cookie" - some of Tom's favorites.

I remember Becky's trail mix as well, and Laura's delicious cream of mushroom soup!

I too remember the many, many rodents...Carter jumping into bed with one tops the list for sure.

I remember those comfy hide-a-beds.

I remember doing the Macarena with Uncle Lowell.

I remember no AC, and those hot mornings, and afternoons...but then those cool nights! Loved them!

The walks to the water tower...oh the adventures we had!

I remember pulling little burrs off of Buddha's fur.

I remember giving a little "honk honk" on the car when coming around that sharp bend on the way up to the cabin.

I remember taking my in-laws and nieces and nephews sledding down the big crazy hill one winter!

I remember going down the big crazy hill BACKWARDS in a car with either Lowell or Tom - I can't remember now!

I remember taking my husband there for his 25th birthday - Liz and I sneaked up earlier and decorated it with balloons, crape paper, the works!

Good memories for me too...thanks to Tom and Becky for including me in their traditional family journeys up to the good old cabin.

The view is what I'll miss the most though. That amazing view. Thank you cabin. We will miss you!

acrspeech said...

Ok, so I just left a huge long comment and it didn't make it! So here I go again!

I remember.....

the yummy trail mix

Laura's delicious cream of mushroom soup

Carter hopping into bed with a dead rodent!

walks to the water tower

doing the Macarena with Uncle Lowell and the entire Durham family

opening the hide-a-beds wondering what you might find

giving a little "honk honk" in the car when coming around the sharp bend on the drive up to the cabin

decorating the cabin for Ryan's 25th birthday and surprising him!

"Tora! Tora! Tora!" and "The Fortune Cookie" - some of Tom's favs

the beautiful view, the rickety stairs up to the deck, the lack of AC....oh man I could go on and on!

Thanks Lis for this special dedication to a home away from home for so many of us.

We will miss you cabin!

laura said...

how great that you wrote down your memories of your cabin...you'll love looking back at this some day!

xo.